Under Chen Feng's strong recommendation, Oscar was officially added to the team.
Right now, Ning Fengzhi held Chen Feng in extremely high regard, already viewing him as the future third Title Douluo of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, following in the footsteps of Sword and Bone Douluo. Naturally, he valued Chen Feng's opinions greatly.
However, Ning Fengzhi did not accept Oscar without conditions.
He gave Oscar a ten-year pact—within ten years, he must gain sufficient strength to protect both himself and Ning Rongrong.
If he succeeded, Ning Fengzhi would no longer oppose their relationship.
If not… he would show no mercy in severing their bond.
After the sparring match concluded, Chen Feng led the team of five away first.
Ning Fengzhi remained behind to speak with Tang San about hidden weapons.
Currently, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan still lacked sufficient equipment, and it was urgent to scale up production.
Of course, these matters were not Chen Feng's concern.
But something unexpected happened on the way.
After leaving Shrek Academy, a boy about the same age as them suddenly blocked their path, kneeling directly in public and announcing that he wanted to apprentice under Chen Feng.
He looked to be about fourteen, around Chen Feng's age. Yet in front of countless bystanders, he dropped to his knees without hesitation, drawing plenty of stares and murmurs.
Upon seeing him, both Ning Rongrong and Oscar exclaimed in surprise:
"Feng Tao?!"
"Feng Tao, what are you doing?"
Rongrong covered her mouth in disbelief, eyes wide.
The rest of the group also raised their brows in shock—this was… abrupt, to say the least.
"You two know him?" Yu Tianlong asked.
Oscar nodded.
"Of course. He's a student at Shrek Academy, just like us.
His martial soul is the Wind Sword, and he comes from a clan called the Wind Sword Sect."
Then he shot Feng Tao a baffled look.
"Wait, did you just say… You want to become Chen Feng's disciple?"
The youth—Feng Tao—nodded seriously, eyes unwavering.
"Yes. I want to become Master Chen Feng's student!"
Everyone glanced at each other, clearly taken aback.
Even though they all came from noble houses or powerful sects and were used to seeing extraordinary things, this still felt bizarre.
These days, there are generally only two paths for soul masters to receive training:
One, via internal teaching within a clan or sect.
Two, through enrollment in a soul master academy.
But something like Feng Tao's formal kneeling-for-a-master… this kind of old-school apprenticeship was something out of the past.
"Hahaha! Feng Tao, what's gotten into you?" Oscar laughed.
"Who still kneels to take a master these days? Isn't the knowledge taught at Shrek Academy enough for you?"
The rest of the team smiled, thinking it was a joke.
Only Chen Feng remained expressionless.
He stepped forward and helped Feng Tao to his feet.
"Why do you want to become my disciple?" he asked.
"We're about the same age. Wouldn't it be better to be friends?"
Feng Tao answered firmly:
"In cultivation, skill comes before age.
If I can learn from you, then you qualify as my master."
Chen Feng nodded.
Feng Tao's words struck a chord—he liked this mindset.
"I heard from Oscar that your martial soul is also a sword.
Are you hoping to learn my Seven Kill Sword techniques?" he asked.
Feng Tao thought for a moment.
"Yes… and no. The Seven Kill Sword techniques are indeed powerful, but your strength doesn't come from that alone.
I want to learn everything that can make me stronger."
From the side, Yang Dianfeng looked stunned.
"Hey, you two… you're not being serious, right?"
This whole exchange was too strange.
Was Feng Tao trying to become a disciple?
And more importantly, was Chen Feng seriously going to accept him?
In the current era, it sounded downright laughable.
After all, martial souls were different. Training paths were different.
Even if they were both swords, not all sword martial souls could cultivate the Seven Kill Sword techniques.
If they could, then why was there only one Sword Douluo?
Chen Feng ignored Yang Dianfeng's doubts.
Instead, he kept his gaze fixed on Feng Tao, a bit lost in thought.
In his previous life, even after ascending to Transcendent Douluo, he had never founded a sect, but he did take in four disciples.
All four had sword-based martial souls.
Some used short swords, some wielded greatswords, but none had the Seven Kill Sword.
Yet they all eventually reached Title Douluo status.
It wasn't about their marital souls matching his.
It was about the techniques and the spirit of the sword—the essence of the Seven Kill Sword could be passed on regardless of the weapon.
These principles could be applied to swords, spears, or even blades.
It was a legacy, not bound by bloodline or spirit.
A legacy of technique and will.
After snapping out of his thoughts, Chen Feng asked one more question:
"You'd kneel before someone your age?
You're not afraid of others laughing at you? Mocking you?"
Feng Tao's answer was immediate:
"No.
If I can become stronger, I fear nothing.
Maybe they laugh at me now while I'm just a Soul Elder.
But when I become a Soul Saint, they'll respect me.
And if I reach Title Douluo—they'll worship me, envy me…
And dream of becoming me."
"Good."
Chen Feng clapped Feng Tao on the shoulder.
"Then from today, you are my disciple."
Feng Tao's eyes lit up with joy.
He immediately knelt and kowtowed.
"Thank you, Master!
Your disciple offers his respects!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three heavy kowtows echoed, and his forehead turned red—he had used real strength.
In truth, Feng Tao wasn't particularly talented—not a genius by most standards.
But this unyielding determination was exactly what Chen Feng admired most.
It was that kind of unyielding will that allowed a soul master to push forward, to fight, and to surpass limits.
This very essence was embedded within the Seven Kill Sword's philosophy—unstoppable, indomitable, relentless.
What did it matter what others thought?
As Feng Tao said, people only mock the weak.
When you become a Title Douluo, who would still dare laugh at you?
Who could?
Chen Feng smiled and helped him up.
In his past life, no one had asked to become his disciple until he reached Transcendent Douluo.
But this life—still only a Soul Sect—and already someone came to kneel before him.
It wasn't just an acknowledgment of his current strength, but also a recognition of his future potential.
And after the victory over Tang San, and with Oscar now part of the team, Chen Feng's heart brimmed with satisfaction.
Along the way, Chen Feng and Feng Tao talked a lot.
Feng Tao came from the Wind Sword Sect, and his martial soul, the Wind Sword, was a speed-type assault weapon.
Its quality couldn't match the Seven Kill Sword, of course, but it was still respectable.
His sect had a fair number of Soul Saints and Soul Douluo among its ranks.
However, the Wind Sword Sect focused on group tactics and formation-based combat.
But that wasn't what Feng Tao wanted.
What he sought was the power to alter the battlefield single-handedly.
The kind of unshakable dominance that could crush opponents head-on.
Just like the sword skills of Sword Douluo.
Seven Kill Thunder roars—one sword cleaves the sky!